The Conquering of the Inner Keep

The rain had stood in the way of the advances of the leader they called simply, "The Fury of the Hills of Old Castle, next to the Western Friend, of the Palace of the South Sea." The day dawned clear, with none of the threatening rain that had made everything linger in seemingly permanent dampness in its wake.

Screaming their war songs, the force descended upon the closed places that had defied them. Dust flew! Blood spilled! The entrails of the inner keep EXPLODED out in an EXPLOSION of EXPLODING EXPLOSIVES!! The leader laughed a mighty laugh, sweat and the blue of the face paint mingling together, the adhesives of booty affixed to the person. The kilt, another spoil of the war, adorned the leader's mighty frame! Lifting the mighty claymore, uttering a bloodcurdling howl of defiance, the leader challenged the inner keep! AND IT ANSWERED!!

Battle was met with the second dweller of the keep, the whoosh of one! two! three!The deadly dance was enjoined. But hark! The claymore's deadly path was diverted, and it shattered in TWAIN! Laughing, then, for they knew one another to be allies after all, the combatants joined forces, and the inner keep quailed, and fell.